JOY JOURNAL BLOG

community, outdoors

Winter weary? Take cue from wild things

Even if you don't have a feeder at home -- and, why not? -- you can watch birds living their best winter lives online. Many nature centers have a live feed from a feeding station. These are New Yorker birds at Cornell University. In Appalachia, we finally have plenty of snow -- and enough cold… Continue reading Winter weary? Take cue from wild things

food

Roasty, toasty winter magic

A tiny door in the Victorian-era roaster, allowed a sample of coffee beans to be checked continually. This scoop was just short of French roast. If you love coffee, this story that I did for New Year's weekend's combined Wheeling Intelligencer and News Register is for you. I simply cannot describe how wonderful that roasting… Continue reading Roasty, toasty winter magic

family life, spiritual life, women

Clothing the naked can be annoying

I don't suppose my household would actually go naked or hungry were I to suddenly expire. But, on Saturdays -- when everyone and all their stuff is home and strewn about, the laundry chute is full, meals seem to be needed one right after another, appointments need to be kept and I am the mom… Continue reading Clothing the naked can be annoying

spiritual life, writing

When church goes right … and it makes the national news!

The Rev. Darrell Cummings of Bethlehem Apostolic Temple in Wheeling, W.Va., jokes with Dallas Cowboys player C.J. Goodwin, who grew up attending the church. Photos by Rebecca Kiger, story by Nora Edinger. Reprinted with permission from The Washington Post Magazine. “We’re not a Black church or a White church. We’re just a church,” the Rev.… Continue reading When church goes right … and it makes the national news!

family life, spiritual life

Time on my hands, weight off my back

Reposting this as it reminds me of a wonderful (pre-COVID) holiday trip. And, that it's time to weed out my baggage once again... "Let it go. Let it go." (Elsa) Sometimes life sends you subtle signals that a season is changing. Other times, it's more like a karate chop. One of the latter hit me… Continue reading Time on my hands, weight off my back